Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not bad, enh, it's no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I don't sports, but the court got a tennis
Is diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crazy
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the getting past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life us, you need to crip that coast
You want to that wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?